User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-3135907-20120327205345/@comment-25220117-20120328151104

''Foghill, his keen ears catching the sounds of combat even if his eyes didn't, whipped out his dirk with the look of a child at Christmas, before ducking down to espy the foes from between several creatures legs. The more battle hardened of the 18 hares dodged the missiles easily, but two young galloppers weren't so lucky, instantly slain by arrow and stone. Sharpe twirls the Duellsit's Rapier at his paw with trained ease, before running an approaching foe through with a single lunge. Kicking the corpse away, he turns on another,lashing out at it's face with the flat of his blade. A tall hare known as Marun calmly strung his oak longbow, notched an arrow to it's bowstring, jogged away from the rest of his fellows, and then pulled the arrow back, the nurmerous scars on his arms white against his gray fur. A long, perfectly fletched arrow slices through the air like a knife as it zips towards the sniper with skilled percision''